A/N: I know it's been awhile and I'm still working on Chapter 22 of the main story, but I wanted to present a belated Father's Day gift in honor of my papa, my two bro's who have hellspawns of their own (lol), and to all the guys that got their cabbage patch ankle-biters! Be sure to spend a great day with your dad, show him how much you love and appreciate him, and just enjoy some fluff content because life needs to let us have our moments.

Here's some Papa Sengoku content because I feel like that guy doesn't get enough attention! Plus, I wanted to create a little drama because I also feel that Enzō and Toshinori don't interact much in the main story! ENJOY!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, YA'LL!

Disclaimer: Boku no/My Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi, my only claim is my own original character(s)!

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You're my Dad! (Boogie Woogie Woogie!)

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Sengoku Enzō, engrossed with his coffee brewing that he quietly referred to as his addiction pot, nearly dropped his ceramic mug when the door to his office slammed open without warning. Composing himself after the brief fumble with the fragile cup, his attention quickly darted towards the entrance where he instantly identified the menace invading his personal space.

"Dad," came the lackluster greeting from his one and only semi-functional child. "I'm taking you out to eat."

The detective didn't respond at first, too busy internally cursing at his son for being such a goddamn drama queen. It was no wonder why he was getting so much gray hair, his own son was trying to drive him into an early grave—and that's when the words finally sank in.

God, it had been almost forever since Enzō and Grete had stepped inside a restaurant. Ever since the incident with the food poisoning, Kuzan made it clear that he was never again trust another establishment to cater to his needs whenever he was hungry. He relied solely on homemade meals, grocery shopping, and eating whatever take-out their dear cousin brought back with him whenever he happened to be in the city. The detective remembered hearing stories about chefs who would stoop to tampering with people's foods to get back at the patrons who slighted them, but to actually experience it? It was awful, and it still pained him to this day.

But now, out of freaking nowhere, his son was demanding they go out and eat! In public!

All the older man could do was stare at the boy like he was some sort of body-snatcher. "... Who are you?"

"You're turning down free food?" came the accusation.

The detective floundered a little. He wasn't one to turn down food, free or otherwise, but he still couldn't wrap around the idea that his kid was suggesting that they go out in the world and eat inside an actual food establishment. The decision was made for him when Kuzan stomped over and captured one of his wrists, hauling the older man out the door as if he was a child causing a tantrum by digging his heels into the floor out of defiance! The father was simply too bewildered to fight against the teen's hold, thus making the trip around the station short and simple without anyone to hinder them.

It was when they were about to reach the front entrance of the police station that the detective noticed a familiar-looking twig in a suit standing outside, waiting patiently while watching the flow of the crowds who bustled about in the central plaza.

It was that odd Yagi fellow.

"What's he doing here?" Enzō asked out loud.

"I invited him." Kuzan replied.

Yagi Toshinori was strange.

Ever since the beginning of their introduction, the detective felt incredibly suspicious of the blond man. Many years ago, he would've asked a question here and there to get a feel of the person before deeming them harmless, but as he grew older and saw the world for what it actually was (all ugly and malicious), he started to question everything rather than simply take it to face value like he might've done in the past. Everyone had ulterior motives, people always wanted something, and Enzō wanted to know what the hell was this man's angle in hanging around with his child!

And he would've confronted the stranger, dropping his polite act, and bluntly demanded what the fuck that man wanted.

Except he couldn't... because Kuzan trusted that man.

And everyone with half a brain knew Kuzan barely trusted anybody.

Being repeatedly ostracized and humiliated by adults looking to push their frustrations on someone, constantly tormented by other children who mimicked their older families and caretakers, trust became an unfamiliar concept to the poor boy. And as Kuzan grew older, it was practically ingrained in him to only rely on his parents (along with the handful of people Grete and Enzō trusted). There was a time when their son did have that bit of faith and companionship with two other stubborn children, but that too came to an abrupt (and tragic) end. The years following looked bleak and lonely from where the boy was standing, and every time someone tried to reach out, Kuzan only drifted further away from them.

Until an incident at a grocery store resulted in the most unlikeliest of friendships between a sickly man and a grim teenager.

Since then, Kuzan's apathetic lifestyle started to change little by little. The teen went out at random rather than returning home some hours before dinner where he would remain until the next morning like a robot set at repeat. He also started to talk to his parents again, sharing bits and pieces of his adventures where he scoped out streets and parks that weren't as populated as some local places of the city, finding a couple of hole-in-the-wall shops that carried interesting trinkets. And there was the return of his huge appetite. It dug into their pockets, but it was worth it to see their son stuffing his face instead of settling himself for one dish.

Exploring places, communicating with people, rebuilding a few bonds, visiting his parents' respective workplaces, griping about homework, offering snide commentary about Grete's horrendous soap operas, building his body back after years of stillness—all because he met a stranger inside a grocery store.

Everything Kuzan did, it was all thanks to Yagi Toshinori.

A tight and heavy something started to make itself home in Enzō's chest, aching and throbbing consistently whenever he saw Yagi and Kuzan together. It was like watching the world get bigger and wider, no longer revolving around himself, Grete, and their son. The tightness sometimes threatened to climb up his throat, waiting for the opportune moment where it would spill something vile and toxic, but each time the detective forcefully swallowed it back.

"Dad."

The detective blinked, remembering that he wasn't alone.

Kuzan was giving him an unreadable look.

"Uh," Enzō snapped his eyes forward. "Let's go eat!"

When they stepped outside, Yagi's head swiveled around as if he were a spooked barn owl. Upon seeing them, a smile bloomed over his thin lips and the blond proceeded to greet Enzō with a raspy, "Hello, detective!"

"Yagi-san," the dark-haired man politely nodded. "Hope Kuzan here hasn't taken up much of your busy schedule to join us."

"Oh no, it's fine." Yagi laughed. "Sengoku-kun was insistent."

Enzō noticed how tightly locked his jaw felt and quickly smoothed it out. He could almost feel his son's eyes digging into the back of his neck, silently observing him to piece together his odd scent and behavior. Quickly, he tried distracting everyone by bringing up the topic of food. Everybody loved food!

"So, where we headed to eat?" he asked while looking around the central plaza where there was sure to be packed restaurants and food courts. "You'll have to forgive me, but I've gotten a little rusty in knowing where to find the best places—"

Something soft but slightly constricting fell over the top of his head, causing him to stop and look up by reflex. Seeing the curved shape hovering over his forehead, he realized it was a baseball cap he was wearing. It was bright red with a bold stripe of equally bright yellow, and knowing exactly who Yagi's boss was, Enzō was pretty sure he was wearing an All Might cap. Once again, he was rendered speechless.

"Wear this, too."

Yagi handed him heavily tinted aviator sunglasses like it explained what was going on. Enzō just stared at it.

"What the hell...?"

He started to turn to his son for answers, but instead felt his jaw drop at the sight of Kuzan whipping out his own All Might themed baseball cap (complete with the bright blond antennas) from the back pocket of his pants. The teen shoved the merchandise on his head while slipping on his own pair of aviator glasses that completely obscured his recognizable eyes.

"Let's go, pops. We got reservations."

"Reservations? Reservations to what?!"

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They were going to eat in a restaurant. That's what he was told.

It's just nobody told him that they would dining in one of Tokyo's exclusive high-end restaurants that required a club membership (one which Yagi had, thanks to his popular boss). Enzō remembered escorting clients back when he was just a bodyguard, subtly looking around to admire the impeccable white table clothes, the shiny silverware, and sometimes trying to see how much the price of the food costed because his friends were convinced that it costed an apartment's monthly rent to eat here.

He was also pretty sure that there had been celebrities, high ranking heroes, and elite members of society who dined here like it was their personal Mom and Pop's diner.

Standing at the front desk where they waited to be attended to felt a little surreal, to be honest.

"Why here of all places?" he asked, feeling as though he was about to have a mini breakdown right there on the floor. "Do you even have the money to afford the food?!"

"You do remember who my grandmother is, right?" Kuzan looked at his father as if he was a doofus asking stupid questions he should know the answers to.

Enzō almost wanted to snap back, becoming increasingly irritated from all the sass he was getting. One more word out of the brat's mouth and he swore he was going to strangle the little shit, regardless that they'd get the boot out by security who would be on top of them in three seconds flat! Thankfully, the detective's murderous plotting was derailed when a petite waitress appeared. Even the staff members looked like they were high class, their immaculate uniforms and handsome/beautiful features further complimenting the establishment they worked at.

"Hello again, Mr. Yagi!" the young waitress addressed the lanky blond man with a smile on her face.

"Hello, Tamaki-san. It's good to see you." Yagi smiled in return. He then turned to Kuzan and Enzō who stood off from the side. "These are guests from America—"

'Hold up!' Enzō whipped his head towards Yagi in shock. 'Say what?!'

Sensing movement from the side, the detective glanced over and saw it was Kuzan who was unzipping a portion of the sweater he was wearing to reveal a stark white T-shirt that sported the bold letters of the infamous "I *heart* NYU" on his chest. Enzō felt like he was about to lose his shit.

'THIS WAS PREMEDITATED!'

"C'mon pops," his son jostled him back to reality. "The nice lady here is gonna take us to a table."

Usually, when Kuzan spoke in English, other people would sometimes mistake him for someone who was born originally from America. Instead of something smooth and clear, the sound of his voice came off rough and tightly forced together through the lips. It was a dialect Enzō recognized though some passing in real life and on the television screen when he was watching a foreign show or movie: the accent of a New Yorker from one of the Burroughs of the city.

Wordlessly, he followed his son and Yagi as the waitress guided them to a nearby giant panoramic view of Tokyo. He was relieved that they were put at a table further away from the other guests situated around the place, the chatter quiet and calm unlike the trembling heartbeat thudding inside the detective. A few guests looked up, some of them dismissing their presence while others wrinkled their nose at his and Kuzan's ridiculous appearance (they were still wearing All Might caps and shades inside the building, further cementing the convincing lie that they were American tourists).

Once the waitress got them settled, she placed three menus before them.

"I'll come back in a few minutes when you're ready to order."

And with that, she disappeared towards the back where the staff and kitchen took place.

"You know," Kuzan spoke up after a minute when the coast was clear. "I'm starting to see why people like coming here."

Seeing the way the teen was longingly eyeing the door where the young waitress disappeared to, both Enzō and Yagi let out a snort of amusement. Just because his son couldn't stand people didn't mean he couldn't admire pretty women from afar (kid was apparently attracted to older women).

When he looked down at the menu, Enzō almost choked on his own spit at what he saw.

JESUS WEPT!

Agnete's love for her grandson had better transcend into lots amount of money because holy shit this was expensive!

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Even after picking the cheapest order off the menu, it still made the detective fear for the impending check that was soon to follow after all was said and done, leaving a heavy dent in his bank account (because he seriously doubted that Kuzan was able to pay for this).

Though, to be fair, the food was something else. It was too bad they couldn't afford a second servings, Grete would've loved it. It was the kind of food that made people like Enzō think that he was dining on a king's meal. While he and Kuzan were scarfing down their meals, Yagi was poking around with his fruit salad which he took in small bites (Grete mentioned that the guy had gastrectomy which meant he wasn't allowed to eat a lot).

They talked—or rather, Kuzan did the most talking for the two men. He switched back and forth between Enzō and Yagi, and it was becoming clear that he was aware of the unsaid tension that loomed over them. The boy wanted to lessen the gap without stepping on anyone's shoes, and while the detective appreciated this, he still felt too awkward trying to engage with Yagi which left them both trailing off from each other.

This was becoming a disaster, the detective thought.

"Excuse me," the teen announced as he stood up from his chair. "I gotta go powder my nose."

And then he disappeared, leaving behind the two men to their own devices.

Quietly cursing the boy from the back of his mind, Enzō looked down at his plate which was mostly empty. He was tempted with the idea of not noticing the blond across from him, but it would only make his avoidance obvious and as much as he didn't like trouble, the detective wasn't one to cower from it. He had been a soldier once upon a time, and sometimes when you wanted to end a conflict, you needed to look it in the eye and deal with it.

"Do you like it, Sengoku-san?"

"Pretty good stuff." Enzō said. "You must be used to this, huh?"

Used to it that the staff members recognized him; some even going out of their way to say "hello", and the blond returned the gesture with a bright smile which made the detective bite harder into his meat. A lot of people here, he observed, liked Yagi.

"I don't really come to these places unless it's a business meeting or some formal gathering."

"Hm," the detective hummed. "Sometimes they turn these places to gala parties, right? You must be a pretty popular guy in those parties, too."

"Ah, not really." Yagi released a small huff. "Everybody just comes to see All Might."

"Yeah, so? Don't a lot of important and powerful people get to hang around with the number one hero of Japan? That must include you, too."

"I'm not powerful." Yagi looked down at his lap.

Enzō snorted. Even to his own ears, it sounded rude and full of contempt, but at this point he really didn't care.

"Right. Of course you're not, Yagi-san. I bet without your money, influence, or whatever membership you have in your pockets, your quirk is enough to stay above from the rest of us without having to hide who and what you are to the rest of the world."

The detective hated how he and his family were denied a lot of things, but more than anything, he hated having to trick and sneak his way into places because this felt no better than before. The moment he slipped off his stupid hat and sunglasses, people would see and they would force him out sooner than he could ask for a check.

A tense silence sat between the two men.

The longer time stretched on, the more irritated the detective felt with both himself the drama he unfolded on the other man. Appetite gone, Enzō wanted to get up and leave this place. He was pretty sure that Kuzan was going to know before he walked out of the men's restroom that something happened between them, and it was going to end with the detective getting his ear chewed out.

Taking a mental note to never accept any future outings with Yagi, Enzō pressed his hands to the wooden arms of his chair so he could slide out of the table.

"I don't have a quirk."

The detective paused from pushing his seat back, his eyes trained on the white table cloth that brushed against his pant legs. His eyes trailed upwards to the blond man, forcing himself to look at the bright blue orbs that radiated from the darkness they hid within.

What?

"I'm actually quirkless." Yagi said.

He spoke in a voice so quiet and soft, the detective almost didn't catch it. It the was the kind of tone someone used when they were sharing something they didn't like admitting out loud, like it was a shameful secret they were afraid would reach the wrong ears.

Like they expected people to react as though there was something abnormally wrong with them.

"... get lost before I sock you so hard, you'll have an imprint of my fist!"

Enzō barely caught the last end and recognized that it was Kuzan angrily snapping at someone. Hurrying to reach the playground where Grete told him their son went to, he spotted Kuzan standing over another kid. The boy had his back planted to the dirt, and he was shielding his head and face for any attacks. Behind them, Izuku was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Kuzan!"

Mitsuki's story about Kuzan almost violently attacking Katsuki at the grocery store was still fresh in his mind. He still remembered the blood, the nurses who hovered around Kuzan when they worked to remove the multiple glass shared embedded in his tiny hands. And how could he forget the gruesome stitches left behind, reddened and bruised and permanently scarred. As he got closer, he was relieved that the other boy wasn't covered in blood or bruises, it just meant that Kuzan knocked him off his feet.

His little boy didn't turn to him, too busy glaring down at the other child into submission. Enzō had to reach him and yank him backwards, putting space between the fallen child and his son who he kept a secure hold of while reaching for the still crying green-haired boy. He knelt down to address Izuku, the little one hiding his face while working to clear away the tears from his eyes and the mucus that dribbled down from his nose. The kid looked like a mess, his shirt wrinkled and dirty while there was a small tear on his shorts where the older man could see his bleeding knee.

"What happened, kiddo?"

Izuku just hiccuped, too lost in his woes to give a clear answer. Enzō's eyes then went to his son, the boy who continued to glower from his spot like an angry little dog. Before he could ask Kuzan his side of the story, the kid his boy threatened scrambled to his feet. Their face was flushed red with anger, and they yelled something the older man never forgot.

"MY DADDY WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU TWO! BASTARDS AND QUIRKLESS PEOPLE SHOULD DIE!"

Shocked, Enzō almost lost his grip on the furious Kuzan that almost lunged forward to strike the other child for daring to spit such poisonous words. Frightened by Kuzan's violent swinging, the other boy turned tail and ran away with tears in his eyes, his retreating back disappearing in the distance. With the horrible boy gone, the father was left in the playground with an angry son and crying child. He ended up taking Izuku back home, large palms trying to sooth the trembling back of the green-haired boy who buried his face into his shoulder while Kuzan trailed after them like a silent guard.

After Midoriya Inko tucked Izuku away inside the safe haven of his bedroom, she told him.

Izuku was quirkless.

Once upon a time, somebody told nine-year-old Sengoku Enzō that quirkless people were a sickness, and if you touched them, you'd lose your quirk and become one of the diseased. He avoided those people, looking at them like they were things and gossiping behind their backs with the rest of his classmates. But then he went to middle school and he learned biology, learned about why some people were born without quirks.

And with each new generation, he learned about how higher the rate of suicide grew amongst the quirkless population.

Even then, he hadn't really cared about it.

Until Izuku.

Izuku.

The boy who wanted to be a hero.

The kid who babbled on and on about his hero All Might, all the while waiting impatiently for the manifestation of his own quirk.

Who just found out that he couldn't have a quirk.

Who was told he couldn't be a hero.

Who was now being treated like a liability.

Who just heard someone tell him that he was better off dead.

Enzō slumped against the wall of the apartment, trying to comprehend Inko's words. The people he avoided, the ones he treated like living plagues, the ones who suffered from his unsubtle whispers and pointed stares, he imagined them all having freckles and green hair.

Shame made him sink down on the floor. Cowardly shame brought him low before the mother of a quirkless child, imagining the many mothers who had to comfort their own children who came home in tears from all the awful things they endured because they were different from the rest of everyone else. Shame made his belly twist and turn, sickness boiling and slowly rising as he continued to recall every face he perceived as powerless and... less than human.

Shame for not standing by them, for not decking others who spewed horrible lies, for not staying by their bedsides like his own son was doing right now as he and Inko listened to the quiet murmurs beyond that door that made the sobs fade away to nothing.

Enzō stared at the other man. Actually stared at him because... it was all starting to make sense the longer he observed him. Yagi was always hunching over himself, trying to appear smaller than he actually was, and how his eyes meekly glanced around the area to avoid looking at him as if he wanted to avoid a potential backlash. The way he treated other people, always humble and polite despite the powerful position he was in as the secretary for All Might.

Yagi reminded him of Izuku.

The detective let out a heavy exhale, feeling all the tension roll out of him as he sunk further down into his seat. He felt tired, like he had been working a forty-two hours shift at the police department with little to no coffee breaks.

"Oh."

The blond said nothing.

Enzō sat there for awhile, eyes trained on the cold food on his plate.

"... No wonder he likes you so much."

Yagi peeked at the other from beneath his brow. The action so painfully familiar to Enzō, he could still recall the way Izuku shyly peeked upward, pleading with him to join Kuzan and Katsuki despite it being a quirk gym.

"I... You..." Enzō suddenly didn't know how to speak, and it took him awhile before he could find his voice. "You, uh, you just remind me of someone I once knew."

Yagi still said nothing. The other man could tell that the blond was confused about his remark, but at least the lean man wasn't trying to fold himself like an envelope, shutting himself away for something he had no control over (doesn't that sound familiar?).

"There's only a few of us left now, you know," the detective continued. "There used to be a lot of us, but... well, you know how life goes. It screws us over."

"It seems to like screwing you all especially."

A bitter and humorless laugh escaped Enzō. "Yes it does."

The detective glanced around the fancy restaurant, taking in the well dressed men and women, the waiters and waitresses who bowed and gracefully carried on with their catering, and the classical jazz music that filtered quietly throughout the entire wide room.

"You're a good father, Sengoku-san. He may not say it often, but your son thinks the world of you."

The other man settled his gaze back to the blond sitting across from him. Yagi was smiling, his grin small and crooked yet gentle and genuine (Izuku's were wider and a bit wobbly, and they made him all the more endearing). When the curtain was pulled back, exposing everything in its honest and truest form, Enzō could finally see what made Kuzan gravitate towards the lanky man with sunshine gold hair.

"You're a good friend, Yagi-san." Enzō smiled back.

Life was still hard for them, but time was no longer stagnant with its bleak skies and grim faces. Time was moving forward, and with it the change of something new and hopefully better. The two continued to talk, still awkward and out of place, not something people would label as friendship, but the potential to do more so there would be other chances kept them going. Once the motion got started, there was no stopping it.

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Kuzan finally returned from his long trip to the restrooms.

When he reached the table, he was pleasantly surprised to find both Enzō and Yagi at ease with one another. No longer wearing an air of suspense and tension over their heads, the two of them appeared as the perfect image of relaxed company. When Kuzan's father finally noticed his return, the detective raised a single eyebrow at his son and bluntly if the teen left any sort of nasty surprises for the custodians to find in the toilets. All the older man got in response was a disgusted look. Yagi made it worse when he openly wondered out loud if the plumbing got clogged up because of how long Kuzan had taken to do his business.

"I swear to God, you guys are so disgusting." Kuzan waspishly snapped at them, raising an arm to get the waitress' attention.

Enzō good humor and fun died when he realized his son was asking for the check.

The detective's head snapped forward, directed to the sound of clicking heels coming their way. The pretty waitress who served them was approaching, all the while carrying a small but ominous black leather booklet that undoubtedly carried the dreaded check. Did Kuzan really have enough money to pay for their meals? Was Enzō going to have to prepare his wallet, saving them all if Kuzan's depleted bank account wasn't enough?

"Kon-graddu-rei-shon, mistah."

"Huh?" Enzō stupidly replied, torn between what she said and her horrifically butchered English.

The waitress just smiled and opened the booklet to reveal what was inside.

Happy Father's Day!

Special coupons discount 70%

of all main course selections

Sitting beside the card, there was a coupon that looked as though it had been cut straight out of a magazine. Something the detective totally missed because he was too busy gawking, freaking out, and being emotionally irrational towards poor Yagi. And throughout the entire time he was experiencing so many issues, Kuzan just sat back and enjoyed the show because he was the only one who knew (besides Yagi) that he could manage the pay for their pricey meals.

Enzō looked up from the card to face his vicious and savage child.

Kuzan merely locked eyes with him and sipped his water through a straw. The straw created an obnoxious suction noise which caused a big enough disturbance around the restaurant to make people turn their heads and cast judgmental eyes their direction.